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ladyhoneydarlinglove) wrote2013-05-29 11:39 pm
ladyhoneydarlinglove) wrote2013-05-29 11:39 pm
snk fic: let it go
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin
Characters: Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Fubar
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2380
Summary: Reiner attempts to keep Bertholdt's mind occupied from his worries. Warnings for sex like woah, bondage.
Notes: Written for the snk kink meme. Prompt: any/any, bondage with the 3D gear. EXTRA SPECIAL THANKS TO DJ FOR EDITING AND KINK CONSULTATION.
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They’ve been cooped up in this mansion for three days now, with very little to keep them occupied and no chance to leave. Most of their comrades are only bored and restless, but Reiner is nervous, and he knows Bertholdt is as well. The military is looking for something among them; if Reiner had to guess, he’d say they’re trying to find out the identity of the female-type titan, and if she’s working with anyone else. And while Reiner is confident that they won’t be found out, at least not before they have a chance to make a decent escape plan, he knows Bertholdt is less optimistic about their situation. He’s been tense and nervous ever since they arrived here, but every time Reiner tries to ask Bertholdt about it, to see if there’s anything Reiner can do to help, Bertholdt only shakes his head and tells Reiner, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, you aren’t!” Reiner finally snaps one evening, when they’re alone in the small room they’ve been assigned. “You haven’t been fine since we got to this stupid mansion! Why won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”
Bertholdt doesn’t answer. He won’t look at Reiner, and after a minute of waiting, Reiner sighs and goes to kneel next to Bertholdt on the bed. He brings a hand up to cup Bertholdt’s cheek. “Hey,” he says, turning Bertholdt’s head and then pressing their lips together him, gentle and sweet. Bertholdt makes a soft noise and Reiner feels a hand curling around the back of his neck. Reiner stays there; giving kiss after kiss until Bertholdt’s cheeks are flushed and his breath is coming in quiet pants.
“If you’re not going to tell me what’s wrong,” Reiner murmurs, sliding his hands under Bertholdt’s shirt, “How about I at least take your mind off things for a while?”
Reiner moves his head, biting the junction of Bertholdt’s neck and shoulder, making Bertholdt gasp and jerk. “I guess?” he says. “But only if you want—ah!”
Reiner smiles into the mark he just made, thumb brushing over Bertholdt’s nipple again and eliciting another gasp. “Why wouldn’t I want to?” he asks.
“I-I don’t know,” Bertholdt stutters. “I just—ah!—don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
Reiner sighs and pulls back from Bertholdt’s neck to plunder his mouth, not stopping until he hears Bertholdt moan from the pleasure of it. “You need to stop worrying about other people and start thinking about your needs,” he tells Bertholdt. “You don’t always have to be the one to bend.”
“Well, it’s usually easier that way,” Bertholdt says.
“Even with me?” Reiner asks.
Bertholdt’s eyes shift to meet his, and a tiny smile forms on his lips. “I guess not,” Bertholdt admits, and Reiner smiles back.
“So why not let me take care of you?” Reiner kisses him again. “Come on; tell me what you want.”
Bertholdt doesn’t answer, but he licks his lips, so Reiner knows that he’s at least thinking about it. When Bertholdt speaks, his voice is so quiet Reiner can barely hear him. “I… I like it when you tie up my wrists,” Bertholdt admits, his cheeks flushing red.
Reiner’s not entirely surprised by Bertholdt’s answer; they’ve had sex enough times in the past that Reiner has learned that Bertholdt still tends to hold back unless he’s helpless to do anything but submit to pleasure, which is frustrating. Over time, Reiner has found ways to work around Bertholdt’s inhibitions, to the point where he could probably guess what Bertholdt wants even if Bertholdt doesn’t tell him. But Reiner still likes to hear Bertholdt ask for it, just so that he knows for sure.
“Okay,” he murmurs against Bertholdt’s lips. “I can do that.”
Reiner moves his hands to pull Bertholdt’s shirt off, his other clothes following quickly. Reiner pulls his belt free, smiling when Bertholdt’s arms come forward of their own accord. He wraps the belt around them, but before he tightens it Reiner asks, “Are you sure about this?”
There’s a pause, too long for Reiner’s liking, and he drops the belt. “Bertl,” he says in exasperation, brow starting to furrow, but it stops as Bertholdt shakes his head.
“No, it’s not that I don’t want to,” Bertholdt says quickly. “I just… I had an idea about a different way.”
“To tie you up?” Reiner asks, and Bertholdt nods. “How?”
“Well, um…” Bertholdt’s cheeks flush scarlet. “O-one second.”
Bertholdt moves, leaning over the side of the bed to rummage for something, jumping when Reiner can’t resist stroking his fingers over Bertholdt’s rear. He shoots Reiner a dirty look when he comes back up, and Reiner sees the harness for their 3D maneuver gear in Bertholdt’s hand.
It clicks in a heartbeat, and Reiner feels a quiver of anticipation run through him at the thought of Bertholdt being so at his mercy. He moves forward, taking the harness from Bertholdt’s hand. Reiner begins to loosen the straps, nipping and sucking at Bertholdt’s lips with greed, unable to hide his eagerness to see Bertholdt bound and wanton.
It takes some time to get the straps set in place properly, Reiner often stopping to ask Bertholdt questions—Is this too tight? Does this chafe? How would you like your arms held? What about your legs? Bertholdt’s answers are quiet and sometimes hesitant, but Reiner manages to coax them out, one at a time, until Bertholdt is restrained but comfortable. Reiner sits back on his heels to regard his handiwork, and the sight is enough to make him moan in appreciation and press a palm against his groin to relieve some of the pressure. He wants nothing more than to ravish Bertholdt until the other man can’t think about anything besides how good Reiner is making him feel, but he waits, asking, “Are you comfortable?” once more, just to make sure.
“I’m fine,” Bertholdt confirms, and it’s all Reiner needs to surge forward, capturing Bertholdt’s lips in a kiss so hard it almost hurts. He trails fingers down Bertholdt’s chest, his abdomen, and when Reiner finally takes Bertholdt in his hand, he thinks he probably feels as relieved about it as Bertholdt does.
Bertholdt’s eyes flutter shut and his head drops against Reiner’s shoulder, panting as Reiner strokes him, his pace slow and rhythmic. “Reiner,” he gasps out. “Ah—yes—“
Reiner draws in a shaky breath, heady with the power he knows he has over Bertholdt right now. “Don’t worry,” Reiner says, trailing his lips down Bertholdt’s neck, his collarbone, and stopping as he reaches his chest. “You’re not going to be able to remember your own name by the time I’m finished with you.”
“Is that a promise?” Bertholdt says, and Reiner looks up to see him hazy eyed but smiling.
“Yes,” Reiner breathes, and takes a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and nipping at it before moving to its twin. Bertholdt moans deep in the back of his throat at the contact and squirms as Reiner continues to tease him. Bound as he is, Bertholdt can’t do much more than try and arch himself more into Reiner’s touch, letting out a soft whine when Reiner pulls back.
Reiner licks up Bertholdt’s neck, giving his cock a gentle squeeze as he does so. It makes Bertholdt emit a rough moan and Reiner smiles. “Which feels better?” he asks in a soft voice. “This?” Reiner strokes up and down the length of Bertholdt’s arousal. “Or this?” He keeps his hand still but rubs a thumb over the head, stroking the slit there. Bertholdt shudders with the strength of his moan, his head dropping forward onto his chest, and Reiner can see that his eyes are unfocused and half-lidded in arousal. Reiner smiles, glad to see that his efforts to keep Bertholdt’s mind otherwise occupied from his troubles are working so well.
“Don’t care,” Bertholdt pants when Reiner repeats the strokes, asking again which one he wants. “Just… keep…”
Bertholdt whimpers as Reiner lets go of his erection to trail hands up his torso, stopping to run his thumbs over Bertholdt’s nipples. Bertholdt’s tilts his head back and lets out another whimper. His neck is bared before Reiner and Reiner takes the opportunity to sink his teeth in, placing gentle nips and bites everywhere he can reach as he continues to move his thumbs in slow circles over the small nubs, relishing the increasingly loud moans that Bertholdt makes as a result. “You like this, don’t you?” Reiner murmurs against Bertholdt’s neck. “Tell me how it feels.”
“G-good,” Bertholdt answers with a tremble, hips bucking when Reiner presses into with his nail. “Ah!”
“Like this?” Reiner does it again, making Bertholdt moan and arch in response.
“Yes!” Bertholdt gasps. “Just like—Oh—No, don’t—“
He whines as Reiner’s hands move away from Bertholdt’s chest, trailing down to his rear. Reiner pauses for a moment to rake his eyes over Bertholdt’s flushed, sweaty body, skin just a little red around the straps. It makes Reiner groan, and he captures Bertholdt’s lips, feels Bertholdt shiver and squirm against him as Reiner claims everything Bertholdt has to offer. Reiner trails his hands down Bertholdt’s sides and around his back, coming to rest on his rear. Reiner feels the brush of Bertholdt’s fingertips against his, scrambling for purchase, so Reiner moves one of his hands to clasp Bertholdt’s tightly. He brings the other around to grip Bertholdt’s cock, and Bertholdt squeezes Reiner’s hand almost painfully as Reiner begins to stroke him again, faster and more rough than before. “Like that?” he asks, nipping at Bertholdt’s jaw.
“Yes!” Bertholdt whimpers. Each of Bertholdt’s breaths are ending in small moans now, and they get progressively louder as Reiner begins to stroke him faster, until Bertholdt makes a noise like a choked sob and sinks his teeth into Reiner’s shoulder.
Reiner lets out a breathless laugh, the pain of the bite barely registering given how preoccupied he is with driving Bertholdt wild. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to keep quiet?” he murmurs into Bertholdt’s ear, nipping at the lobe for emphasis.
Bertholdt lets go of Reiner’s shoulder. “Just don’t want to get caught,” he says, ending on a moan when Reiner makes a circle with his fingers and begins to move up and down the length of Bertholdt’s erection.
“Don’t be,” Reiner tells him. “Don’t think about it, don’t worry about it. Just,” Reiner kisses Bertholdt, “let,” again, deeper this time, “go.”
Reiner begins making his way down, a long trail of nips and bites followed by soothing pecks until Reiner is faced with Bertholdt’s erection. Reiner looks up even as his tongue darts out to lick experimentally at the head of Bertholdt’s cock; he sees Bertholdt’s wet and swollen lips fall open as he moans. Reiner takes another moment to appreciate the site before he parts his own lips and takes the tip of Bertholdt’s erection into his mouth.
“Reiner,” Bertholdt half yells, and Reiner smiles, glad to see Bertholdt is no longer bothering to stay quiet. Bertholdt moans helplessly as Reiner sucks him off, Reiner’s head bobbing up and down as he takes more of Bertholdt in. He’s turning Bertholdt to a moaning wreck, and Reiner’s name falls continually from Bertholdt’s lips as he strains against his bonds, desperate for more contact. When Reiner swirls his tongue around the head, Bertholdt makes a noise almost like a sob and falls back against the wall, unable to keep himself up anymore.
“Reiner,” Bertholdt gasps. “Reiner, wait—Stop—“
Reiner pulls back, his brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?” he asks, but Bertholdt shakes his head frantically.
“Close,” he pants out. “But—want to finish—with you.”
Reiner sucks in a sharp breath; his own neglected and now painfully hard cock throbs at the suggestion. Reiner takes the time to give Bertholdt’s arousal one last teasing lick before moving up, slotting their bodies against each other as best he can. Reiner hisses as he takes them both in hand, relief coursing through him at the touch. Bertholdt has latched onto Reiner’s neck, his moans muffled somewhat as he lavishes the skin with nips and kisses. Reiner returns the favor, moving his mouth over Bertholdt’s neck everywhere he possibly can as he continues to stroke them both. Their hips rock eagerly against each other and Reiner can hear Bertholdt moaning into his neck, “Reiner, Reiner, Reiner—“
Bertholdt cries out when he comes, body shaking with the force of his orgasm, and as his moans start to trail off into whimpers, Bertholdt moves, pushing himself forward as far as he can before moving to sink his teeth into the nape of Reiner’s neck. Reiner only manages to half stifle a yell as he reaches his own climax, his body jerking several times as he rides out the last few waves of pleasure, but it isn’t until Bertholdt lets go of his neck that he falls back onto his heels, chest heaving with the strength of his breaths.
It takes several moments for Reiner to regain his wits enough to start helping Bertholdt undo his uniform. The skin where the straps lay is red when Reiner begins to remove them, and he frowns deeply, trailing his fingers over the marks. “Do they hurt?” he asks, suddenly unsure of himself, but Bertholdt shakes his head with a tiny smile.
“I’m fine,” he says as Reiner removes the last of the straps and drops the harness to the floor. Bertholdt takes a moment to shake out his limb before tackling Reiner to the bed, burying his face in Reiner’s neck. It knocks the air out of Reiner’s lungs, but he can’t bring himself to care, not with the way Bertholdt is suddenly looming over him, nervous but smiling.
“I haven’t the slightest idea what my name is anymore,” he says, and presses a soft kiss to Reiner’s mouth.
Reiner grins against it and loops his arms around Bertholdt’s neck. “Perfect,” he responds, and presses back.
The sanctity of the moment won’t last forever, Reiner knows, and come morning, he’s sure the looming threat of discovery will be hanging over their heads once again. But for now at least, they have nothing to focus on but each other, and that, Reiner thinks as Bertholdt settles against his side, is enough.
Characters: Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Fubar
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2380
Summary: Reiner attempts to keep Bertholdt's mind occupied from his worries. Warnings for sex like woah, bondage.
Notes: Written for the snk kink meme. Prompt: any/any, bondage with the 3D gear. EXTRA SPECIAL THANKS TO DJ FOR EDITING AND KINK CONSULTATION.
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They’ve been cooped up in this mansion for three days now, with very little to keep them occupied and no chance to leave. Most of their comrades are only bored and restless, but Reiner is nervous, and he knows Bertholdt is as well. The military is looking for something among them; if Reiner had to guess, he’d say they’re trying to find out the identity of the female-type titan, and if she’s working with anyone else. And while Reiner is confident that they won’t be found out, at least not before they have a chance to make a decent escape plan, he knows Bertholdt is less optimistic about their situation. He’s been tense and nervous ever since they arrived here, but every time Reiner tries to ask Bertholdt about it, to see if there’s anything Reiner can do to help, Bertholdt only shakes his head and tells Reiner, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, you aren’t!” Reiner finally snaps one evening, when they’re alone in the small room they’ve been assigned. “You haven’t been fine since we got to this stupid mansion! Why won’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”
Bertholdt doesn’t answer. He won’t look at Reiner, and after a minute of waiting, Reiner sighs and goes to kneel next to Bertholdt on the bed. He brings a hand up to cup Bertholdt’s cheek. “Hey,” he says, turning Bertholdt’s head and then pressing their lips together him, gentle and sweet. Bertholdt makes a soft noise and Reiner feels a hand curling around the back of his neck. Reiner stays there; giving kiss after kiss until Bertholdt’s cheeks are flushed and his breath is coming in quiet pants.
“If you’re not going to tell me what’s wrong,” Reiner murmurs, sliding his hands under Bertholdt’s shirt, “How about I at least take your mind off things for a while?”
Reiner moves his head, biting the junction of Bertholdt’s neck and shoulder, making Bertholdt gasp and jerk. “I guess?” he says. “But only if you want—ah!”
Reiner smiles into the mark he just made, thumb brushing over Bertholdt’s nipple again and eliciting another gasp. “Why wouldn’t I want to?” he asks.
“I-I don’t know,” Bertholdt stutters. “I just—ah!—don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
Reiner sighs and pulls back from Bertholdt’s neck to plunder his mouth, not stopping until he hears Bertholdt moan from the pleasure of it. “You need to stop worrying about other people and start thinking about your needs,” he tells Bertholdt. “You don’t always have to be the one to bend.”
“Well, it’s usually easier that way,” Bertholdt says.
“Even with me?” Reiner asks.
Bertholdt’s eyes shift to meet his, and a tiny smile forms on his lips. “I guess not,” Bertholdt admits, and Reiner smiles back.
“So why not let me take care of you?” Reiner kisses him again. “Come on; tell me what you want.”
Bertholdt doesn’t answer, but he licks his lips, so Reiner knows that he’s at least thinking about it. When Bertholdt speaks, his voice is so quiet Reiner can barely hear him. “I… I like it when you tie up my wrists,” Bertholdt admits, his cheeks flushing red.
Reiner’s not entirely surprised by Bertholdt’s answer; they’ve had sex enough times in the past that Reiner has learned that Bertholdt still tends to hold back unless he’s helpless to do anything but submit to pleasure, which is frustrating. Over time, Reiner has found ways to work around Bertholdt’s inhibitions, to the point where he could probably guess what Bertholdt wants even if Bertholdt doesn’t tell him. But Reiner still likes to hear Bertholdt ask for it, just so that he knows for sure.
“Okay,” he murmurs against Bertholdt’s lips. “I can do that.”
Reiner moves his hands to pull Bertholdt’s shirt off, his other clothes following quickly. Reiner pulls his belt free, smiling when Bertholdt’s arms come forward of their own accord. He wraps the belt around them, but before he tightens it Reiner asks, “Are you sure about this?”
There’s a pause, too long for Reiner’s liking, and he drops the belt. “Bertl,” he says in exasperation, brow starting to furrow, but it stops as Bertholdt shakes his head.
“No, it’s not that I don’t want to,” Bertholdt says quickly. “I just… I had an idea about a different way.”
“To tie you up?” Reiner asks, and Bertholdt nods. “How?”
“Well, um…” Bertholdt’s cheeks flush scarlet. “O-one second.”
Bertholdt moves, leaning over the side of the bed to rummage for something, jumping when Reiner can’t resist stroking his fingers over Bertholdt’s rear. He shoots Reiner a dirty look when he comes back up, and Reiner sees the harness for their 3D maneuver gear in Bertholdt’s hand.
It clicks in a heartbeat, and Reiner feels a quiver of anticipation run through him at the thought of Bertholdt being so at his mercy. He moves forward, taking the harness from Bertholdt’s hand. Reiner begins to loosen the straps, nipping and sucking at Bertholdt’s lips with greed, unable to hide his eagerness to see Bertholdt bound and wanton.
It takes some time to get the straps set in place properly, Reiner often stopping to ask Bertholdt questions—Is this too tight? Does this chafe? How would you like your arms held? What about your legs? Bertholdt’s answers are quiet and sometimes hesitant, but Reiner manages to coax them out, one at a time, until Bertholdt is restrained but comfortable. Reiner sits back on his heels to regard his handiwork, and the sight is enough to make him moan in appreciation and press a palm against his groin to relieve some of the pressure. He wants nothing more than to ravish Bertholdt until the other man can’t think about anything besides how good Reiner is making him feel, but he waits, asking, “Are you comfortable?” once more, just to make sure.
“I’m fine,” Bertholdt confirms, and it’s all Reiner needs to surge forward, capturing Bertholdt’s lips in a kiss so hard it almost hurts. He trails fingers down Bertholdt’s chest, his abdomen, and when Reiner finally takes Bertholdt in his hand, he thinks he probably feels as relieved about it as Bertholdt does.
Bertholdt’s eyes flutter shut and his head drops against Reiner’s shoulder, panting as Reiner strokes him, his pace slow and rhythmic. “Reiner,” he gasps out. “Ah—yes—“
Reiner draws in a shaky breath, heady with the power he knows he has over Bertholdt right now. “Don’t worry,” Reiner says, trailing his lips down Bertholdt’s neck, his collarbone, and stopping as he reaches his chest. “You’re not going to be able to remember your own name by the time I’m finished with you.”
“Is that a promise?” Bertholdt says, and Reiner looks up to see him hazy eyed but smiling.
“Yes,” Reiner breathes, and takes a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it and nipping at it before moving to its twin. Bertholdt moans deep in the back of his throat at the contact and squirms as Reiner continues to tease him. Bound as he is, Bertholdt can’t do much more than try and arch himself more into Reiner’s touch, letting out a soft whine when Reiner pulls back.
Reiner licks up Bertholdt’s neck, giving his cock a gentle squeeze as he does so. It makes Bertholdt emit a rough moan and Reiner smiles. “Which feels better?” he asks in a soft voice. “This?” Reiner strokes up and down the length of Bertholdt’s arousal. “Or this?” He keeps his hand still but rubs a thumb over the head, stroking the slit there. Bertholdt shudders with the strength of his moan, his head dropping forward onto his chest, and Reiner can see that his eyes are unfocused and half-lidded in arousal. Reiner smiles, glad to see that his efforts to keep Bertholdt’s mind otherwise occupied from his troubles are working so well.
“Don’t care,” Bertholdt pants when Reiner repeats the strokes, asking again which one he wants. “Just… keep…”
Bertholdt whimpers as Reiner lets go of his erection to trail hands up his torso, stopping to run his thumbs over Bertholdt’s nipples. Bertholdt’s tilts his head back and lets out another whimper. His neck is bared before Reiner and Reiner takes the opportunity to sink his teeth in, placing gentle nips and bites everywhere he can reach as he continues to move his thumbs in slow circles over the small nubs, relishing the increasingly loud moans that Bertholdt makes as a result. “You like this, don’t you?” Reiner murmurs against Bertholdt’s neck. “Tell me how it feels.”
“G-good,” Bertholdt answers with a tremble, hips bucking when Reiner presses into with his nail. “Ah!”
“Like this?” Reiner does it again, making Bertholdt moan and arch in response.
“Yes!” Bertholdt gasps. “Just like—Oh—No, don’t—“
He whines as Reiner’s hands move away from Bertholdt’s chest, trailing down to his rear. Reiner pauses for a moment to rake his eyes over Bertholdt’s flushed, sweaty body, skin just a little red around the straps. It makes Reiner groan, and he captures Bertholdt’s lips, feels Bertholdt shiver and squirm against him as Reiner claims everything Bertholdt has to offer. Reiner trails his hands down Bertholdt’s sides and around his back, coming to rest on his rear. Reiner feels the brush of Bertholdt’s fingertips against his, scrambling for purchase, so Reiner moves one of his hands to clasp Bertholdt’s tightly. He brings the other around to grip Bertholdt’s cock, and Bertholdt squeezes Reiner’s hand almost painfully as Reiner begins to stroke him again, faster and more rough than before. “Like that?” he asks, nipping at Bertholdt’s jaw.
“Yes!” Bertholdt whimpers. Each of Bertholdt’s breaths are ending in small moans now, and they get progressively louder as Reiner begins to stroke him faster, until Bertholdt makes a noise like a choked sob and sinks his teeth into Reiner’s shoulder.
Reiner lets out a breathless laugh, the pain of the bite barely registering given how preoccupied he is with driving Bertholdt wild. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to keep quiet?” he murmurs into Bertholdt’s ear, nipping at the lobe for emphasis.
Bertholdt lets go of Reiner’s shoulder. “Just don’t want to get caught,” he says, ending on a moan when Reiner makes a circle with his fingers and begins to move up and down the length of Bertholdt’s erection.
“Don’t be,” Reiner tells him. “Don’t think about it, don’t worry about it. Just,” Reiner kisses Bertholdt, “let,” again, deeper this time, “go.”
Reiner begins making his way down, a long trail of nips and bites followed by soothing pecks until Reiner is faced with Bertholdt’s erection. Reiner looks up even as his tongue darts out to lick experimentally at the head of Bertholdt’s cock; he sees Bertholdt’s wet and swollen lips fall open as he moans. Reiner takes another moment to appreciate the site before he parts his own lips and takes the tip of Bertholdt’s erection into his mouth.
“Reiner,” Bertholdt half yells, and Reiner smiles, glad to see Bertholdt is no longer bothering to stay quiet. Bertholdt moans helplessly as Reiner sucks him off, Reiner’s head bobbing up and down as he takes more of Bertholdt in. He’s turning Bertholdt to a moaning wreck, and Reiner’s name falls continually from Bertholdt’s lips as he strains against his bonds, desperate for more contact. When Reiner swirls his tongue around the head, Bertholdt makes a noise almost like a sob and falls back against the wall, unable to keep himself up anymore.
“Reiner,” Bertholdt gasps. “Reiner, wait—Stop—“
Reiner pulls back, his brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?” he asks, but Bertholdt shakes his head frantically.
“Close,” he pants out. “But—want to finish—with you.”
Reiner sucks in a sharp breath; his own neglected and now painfully hard cock throbs at the suggestion. Reiner takes the time to give Bertholdt’s arousal one last teasing lick before moving up, slotting their bodies against each other as best he can. Reiner hisses as he takes them both in hand, relief coursing through him at the touch. Bertholdt has latched onto Reiner’s neck, his moans muffled somewhat as he lavishes the skin with nips and kisses. Reiner returns the favor, moving his mouth over Bertholdt’s neck everywhere he possibly can as he continues to stroke them both. Their hips rock eagerly against each other and Reiner can hear Bertholdt moaning into his neck, “Reiner, Reiner, Reiner—“
Bertholdt cries out when he comes, body shaking with the force of his orgasm, and as his moans start to trail off into whimpers, Bertholdt moves, pushing himself forward as far as he can before moving to sink his teeth into the nape of Reiner’s neck. Reiner only manages to half stifle a yell as he reaches his own climax, his body jerking several times as he rides out the last few waves of pleasure, but it isn’t until Bertholdt lets go of his neck that he falls back onto his heels, chest heaving with the strength of his breaths.
It takes several moments for Reiner to regain his wits enough to start helping Bertholdt undo his uniform. The skin where the straps lay is red when Reiner begins to remove them, and he frowns deeply, trailing his fingers over the marks. “Do they hurt?” he asks, suddenly unsure of himself, but Bertholdt shakes his head with a tiny smile.
“I’m fine,” he says as Reiner removes the last of the straps and drops the harness to the floor. Bertholdt takes a moment to shake out his limb before tackling Reiner to the bed, burying his face in Reiner’s neck. It knocks the air out of Reiner’s lungs, but he can’t bring himself to care, not with the way Bertholdt is suddenly looming over him, nervous but smiling.
“I haven’t the slightest idea what my name is anymore,” he says, and presses a soft kiss to Reiner’s mouth.
Reiner grins against it and loops his arms around Bertholdt’s neck. “Perfect,” he responds, and presses back.
The sanctity of the moment won’t last forever, Reiner knows, and come morning, he’s sure the looming threat of discovery will be hanging over their heads once again. But for now at least, they have nothing to focus on but each other, and that, Reiner thinks as Bertholdt settles against his side, is enough.